Happy new year...about 5 and a half hours in advance...as i had just received distressing news that i won't be participating in the countdown this year...as i am forced to sleep at 10 pm tonight...as a routine to regulate my sleeping pattern...from 11 during the holidays to 10 during the school term...not that i think that an hour's regulation is neccesary....but of course...why should my opinions be shared with my parents...hah...this world's cruelty...
a mere 36 hours later...we are probably waiting for the school buses to bring us back to that place...hah! ... probably looking forward to a good position in the class admin selection? or dreading the return of...you-know-what...hah...or simply awaiting the Xplore thingy or the sandcastle building on da beach...(hope it rains...hah!)
hmm...topic for today...at young times...do parents always ask you to be readily helping others?...aha...i tried to today...but what i received was not a thanks...but a hell lotta scolding...
I went to parkway to have lunch today....simply as it was close to my dad's company...and after that my dad was busy (as usual) so we hadta take taxi home...(not that we are used to high class transport), so there was this long queue, so i was commanded to wait there in the sun while my mom and grandmother and sis take refuge in the air conditioned comfort...then this woman in front of me asked if she could borrow my phone as her's is outta battery, so i agreed...then my mom came rushing out and commanded me to take back the phone...and the woman was kinda shocked and stuff...lols...then she pushed her trolley laden with stuff away...lawls...then i was scolded for lending my phone to a stranger who had just bought alota things and not ready to grab my sexy N81 and run! lawls...
I am used to being scolded in public and losing my face...but none like this with a long queue of taxi takers peering over their partner's shoulder to see the commotion...dammit...i was trying to help someone and was scolded for that...what for?
Dammit...we are still young...we live in the blissful world of not of that world...if you could refer to poem 8 of my CAP, This World...
Ah how ironic...scolded for doing something they had wanted us to do...
Come have a taste of my life...scolded for helping another, forced to sleep at 10 on new year's eve, forced to listen to parents and grandmothers arguing as i lie on my bed at 1 in the morning with 8 o clock training next...forced to listen to those meetings on phones and translate documents...forced to solve their problems when they created it themselves...
Dammit...
Dammit...
Dammit...
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